I have bruises Ciaran!
For once i got down to the bus stop with plenty of time, a good few minutes, but oh no it doesn't turn up..so i'll just have to cross my fingers for my tap exam as i was trying to get to an extra lesson. Instead i went to meet Anne and Ciaran to go to town with them. We hitched a lift instead of getting a bus, or trying to. Anne got to dress up for halloween at work today, so she wanted to get a black skirt on the cheap to be a witch. That meant dragging herself and poor Ciaran and myself around with her to all the mustiest cahrity shops we could find. Anne wasn't willing to try anything on, though i don't balme her as they smelt like theyd just been dug out the ground, and you could hear a cry of joy from ciaran everytime he found the old tapes, like "if you buy this record your life will be better"..although I'd say it'd have got a lot worse so thank god he didn't. He was also obsessed with any fur he could find too but Anne wasn’t wanting to look like road kill for Halloween.
I then went to admire my mobile, well the one that I want, while Ciaran looked for a new one, flip phone of course.
For lunch we headed to Pizza Hut, but on our way this group of people who were sitting inside were just staring at us like they knew who we were, so Anne and I stared back, still don’t know who they were. We weren’t sure we wanted to go in so we stood outside loitering, looking stupid, and then 5 minutes later decided we did so walked in t find the buffet had ended. We shared some yummy cheesy garlic bread and chicken pizza with stuffed crust, over which Ciaran nearly climaxed so there is no need for him to laugh at Brandon anymore. The last bit of pizza was sat there, and I didn’t want it for sure, so Ciaran cut it in half and asked Anne if she wanted the bit with or without the crust. She said, of course, the crust, so Ciaran slowly picked it up and shoved it in his mouth, and Anne just sat there and watched. It was a tad mean, Anne was gutted, but worth it for the comedy value, ant to be fair Anne had a whole slice more than us anyway.
Before we could go home we still had to find Anne a skirt, so we tried the last charity shop there was. It smelt like, I can’t describe, like old must and just an awful stench. We covered our mouths, but as Ciaran headed over to the tapes again the smell got worse, and out he rushed saying “im gona vom”. Lol, Alice and I headed out with him leaving Anne to deal with it. She bought a great skirt, thanked the lady, who wasn’t impressed.
The bus home, now that was interesting. It all went fine till we started to get into Sharnbrook. It turned away from our usual bus stop, and stopped further down the road, I was all for getting off then, so what if we had a little further to walk, but Alice (Anne’s sister had joined us btw) said it would turn round, she’d bet us our bus fare on it. We carried on, then realised it wasn’t turning up loring road but heading for Souldrop. Anne and I just lost it, laughing and panicking, but Anne wouldn’t let her sister out the seat to go stop the driver, so Ciaran went of to stop him so we could get off. And then we had to walk alllllll the way back. Ciaran purposefully trod on my heels, so I chased him through Sharnbrook, he runs soo funny, arms waving in the air. I think he’s a little scared of me?! We were legging it up Home Close towards Anne place as Ciaran was avoiding the knuckle. I was a bit behind him so he stopped, and with all his might swung the big bag of shopping back and over his head to smack me over the head with it. I could see he was doing it with all his strength and it was heading straight for my head, so I ducked andwaited for the blow…but all was still. I looked up in surprise to see him clutching the handle looking a little confused and as I looked over my shoulder I could see it soaring down the street, falling onto the road ahead of us. It was absolutely hilarious. Thankfully we hadn’t bought anything breakable. After that we hung around Anne’s place looking at the photo album and all the dreadful fashion errors Anne made when she was younger. So many flowery leggings and bumblebee would think it were Kew Gardens, an untasteful one that is.
Ciaran then attacked us, well me mainly as Anne just sat back and didn’t really help us, even though it was her who had his stolen wallet. The attacking went on for a while, and Ciaran just defended himself by flailing his legs round everywhere, kicking anything in his path, nearly got a foot in the mouth :-s. He then went to the toilet, and seeing as Ciaran had got off lightly Anne and I hid ready to jump out. He came walking back and Anne him and I bundled into her sister’s room. His legs shot out again, kicking Anne in the stomach into the desk behind her, making a loud bang and thump as she fell over. It took us a while to get her to move back to her room, she seemed to have lost the use of her legs, not surprised, which must have hurt!! Anne’s mum came upstairs after that to ask us to calm down before we went threw the floor, and the noise was horrendous. Think I won’t be going back to hers for a while, the shame of it! I blame Ciaran.
Nothing much happened after that, Ciaran and I left to go home.
